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"Code red! Code fucking red!"
"Okay, if my notes are correct, code red means really, really hot boy that Michael wants to either blow or fuck."
When the fiery Michael Clifford bumps into the school nerd, Calum Hood, things get rather int...
Note: Happy reading. Hehe. *sees the little perverts squirming in the back*
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"Mikey, what are you doing?" Calum inquired, squirming as a warm trail of fingers made their way up and down the curve of his clothed buttock.
The senior was on his stomach as he lied sprawled across the bed. A notebook and a few worksheets sat neatly in front of him, and he was trying to concentrate on them rather than be distracted by his very distracting boyfriend. The younger of the two was on his side, head propped up by one hand while the other traced Calum's rear with unabashed interest.
"I am appreciating God's gift to humanity," Michael replied, rest his palm flat on one covered butt cheek.
"That's my butt," the older boy replied flatly, eyes still not moving from the set of mathematical equations in front of him. "Everyone has one."
"But not everyone is blessed with one as luscious as yours, my love," Michael said in return, squeezing one plump cheek with eager fingers. "Fuck. Seriously, Cal. That is one fine ass."
"Shouldn't you be doing homework?" Calum snapped halfheartedly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Or something somewhat productive."
"I'm in this little bubble made of ignorance and denial. All my responsibilities are screaming at me from the outside, but I stare at them blankly. I cannot even hear them as they cry out to me."
Calum glanced back at his boyfriend with a mix of worry and confusion.
"Mikey, are you okay?"
"Let me be a lazy fuck for one day, you little shit," Michael simply answered, plopping his cheek down on Calum's rear. "I've already done my essay for English. I've done my homework for Science. I reserve my right to take a fucking break."
The older teenager rolled his eyes at Michael's foul use of the English language.
"Fine, then," he acquiesced, returning his attention to his previous task. "Just stop touching my ass."
"Hell no," Michael muttered softly, absentmindedly trailing a finger up and down Calum's thigh as he placed a kiss on the small slip of flesh exposed right above the older boy's waistband. "We barely get any time to ourselves. I don't get to show my appreciation for such a magnificent example of human perfection."
"Now, you're just exaggerating," Calum scoffed, scribbling a few more notes onto his notebook.
Michael let out a low groan of frustration against the small of his boyfriend's back. The ebony-haired senior sighed, throwing his glasses and his work onto the table beside his bed. He flipped around and sat up, pulling the smaller teenager into his lap. Michael happily straddled his muscular thighs, and threw his arms around Calum's neck. The fair-haired boy nuzzled his face along the side of the older boy's throat with a content sigh.
"Three weeks, and you're still a giant teddy bear," the older boy muttered, calming running his flat palms up and down Michael's smooth back.
"And you're still a blushing virgin," the younger boy shot back, nipping the edge of Calum's sharp jaw line with a soft brush of his teeth.
